Ariawyn Leoxidor enters the council chambers

Just then, the doors swung wide open a noticeable and sudden chill in the air. The seven foot tall queen of the ice elves, Ariawyn Leoxidor, stepped through the door dressed in little more than a breastplate and chain mail skirt. Her eyes were small red and piercing and were known to freeze most men in their tracks, though to be fair, that wasn't what drew most men's gaze. Her hair was the usual white of her kind, long, and braided. On her hips hung twin axes, and on her back, a greatsword thin, long, looking too heavy for the average man and light blue in colour, it was said to be infused with the power of ice itself. The two guards that stood to either side of her little more than accessories.